The story I’m watching here and you’re watching there is unfolding I won’t say it now, but I hope I can describe it later
I pick up the pick I’d lost in the right way and it easily gets bent The reality is my nails are cracking Should I go out in the afternoon?
It fades, like it’s being chopped into pieces, chopped into pieces Every time I remember, every time I remember, it has beautiful colours Freedom freedom egoist
If you stop to step on a rat, it'll only delay you Is this contant echo of fear Called loneliness? What’s different about that absurdity of yours?
It fades, like it’s being chopped into pieces, chopped into pieces Every time I remember, every time I remember, it has beautiful colours Freedom freedom egoist
Though I understand, though I understand, it still fades little by little The more I remember, the more I remember, the more of a beautiful lie it becomes I want this memory to remain unstained by that love Freedom freedom egoist
The story I watched here, and the story you watched there stops abruptly Today I’m down, but I’ll try right away to write it again, little by little